"Did you see the keeper on that header?" Isak grumbled to Salah as they were getting ready to go back out."He flew. Like a cat with springs."
"Don't worry, big man," Salah grinned, a flash of pure confidence in his eyes. "We will make him tired of flying."
The second half began, and Liverpool were not just a team; they were a storm.
They played with a controlled, suffocating intensity, their passing a dizzying, one-touch symphony.
Leon, now fully committed to his new role as 'Support & Decoy', was a master of misdirection.
He made darting, selfless runs, pulling defenders out of position, creating vacuums of space for his teammates to exploit. He was playing a game of tactical ghost, and Crystal Palace had no idea where to find him.
"LIVERPOOL ARE A DIFFERENT BEAST IN THIS SECOND HALF!" the commentator roared. "They are playing with a pace and a purpose that is simply breathtaking! Crystal Palace are hanging on by a thread!"
In the 65th minute, the thread finally snapped.
